She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. En tout cas, I am not trespassing at all. She felt terribly modern, even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. “Yes, he made them all.
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